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I Never Wanted To Be Your Whole Life, Just Your Favorite Part

The part of your Sunday morning right when you wake up. When you stretch, the sun kisses your face, you roll over, and see me. And think I’m just as beautiful as the night before when I got lipstick all over you.

The part when you come home from a long day of work, and dinner is waiting. The part where you lay your head in my lap, forget about the past eight hours, and everything just makes sense again. I want to be that sense of relief, knowing that you will always find sanctuary in my skin.

I want to be your go-to. Your mo’betta. The key that will lock all your insecurities.

The part where I walk into a room, and everyone is staring. Heels and head high, but still grounded. Everyone’s staring. Wondering, who I came with, who I’m meeting, who I’ll be leaving with. Then, I walk straight to you and everyone gets it. Especially us.

I want to be your inspiration. Motivation. Even the cause for a little perspiration. Hey, now.

The part where your mother grabs me to help her in the kitchen, your little brother wants to show me his new video game, and your best friend looks at the look on your face when you look at me and JUST KNOWS.

The part where your favorite team wins the World Series and you hug strangers nearby. When your favorite artist comes out with a new album after being on hiatus for five years and you can listen to it without skipping any tracks. That first sip of coffee, that good night kiss. The part of you that is vulnerable, and pure. The part of you you like the most, and the reason you are a better version of you.

See, I never wanted to be your whole life. Just your favorite part. The part you can’t live without.

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Have you met my best friend Abi yet? Allow me to re-introduce you to GirlsAreTheNewBoys.com. Can someone please tell her to stop writing about me? Thanks.